Silver Marches Campaign

New Beginning…

You awaken to the screams of ten thousand souls being ripped from there bodies. You jump to your feet, weapons drawn, and the hairs on the back of your necks standing strait up. Around, the land is mutable, slowly sliding and flowing like boiling mud. Rivulets of blue fire, foliage, and even the sky itself slowly mix with the land in a great churn whose edges are the horizon. The others are there, Aaron, Mourn, Franz and even Tragen, all just a shocked as you. You all feel naked, lost and confused. All is darkness, yet you can see from the east the new dawn that will arrive soon.